The following Monday morning, Dylan sat in his office, typing an email on his computer. As he was about to finish his email, his legal secretary Anna knocked on the open door.
“Come in,” he said, finishing up his email and pressing send. He looked at her. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I was working on the Whitaker vs Hatfield paperwork like you asked, and uh…” she hesitated. “Well, I ran into an issue.”
“What kind of issue?” Dylan asked, confused. Anna was the best legal secretary he’d ever employed, he couldn’t ever remember a time where she couldn’t figure out something on her own.
“Ms. Whitaker isn’t married, sir,” she said.
“She’s not…what?”
“Mr. Hatfield is, I found the record for that. But Ms. Whitaker is single,” Anna ex
